moved, finally. didn't get internet access until approximately 40 minutes ago, and the expense of internet access was their cutting our cable to basic unnecessarily. I hate contracters. I also hate the fact that I have two loads of laundry to do and a sink full of dishes, but no water because they're yanking the lines todayfor future replacement.
other news includes driving my new husband insane by having no libido and the tendency to yell over everything. also, the urge to watch scary shows on Sci-Fi when seriously, I am a paranoid, ghost-believing freak. on hormones. but, if you watched Ghost Hunters last night, the Seven Sisters Inn was about two blocks north of my apartment on Wenona Avenue. I used to walk by it several times a week, pacing, waiting for Kyle to come home from work.
on that note, Kyle left me a year ago last Saturday. and it upset me a great deal throughout the day, to which Travis responded with by being an asshole who felt 'insulted' that I still thought about someone who was in my life for seven years.
yesterday I went for my first pre-natal visit to the doctor, where they explained that Travis's insurance doesn't cover everything and can we please have $150 dollars right now? to which I responded with 'let me get my husband'. this is frustrating, considering how much money he's invested in United Healthcare to avoid having to pay $500 deductibles and how badly that logic has failed us. I had my cervix scraped, and we heard the child's heartbeat. Travis thinks it's a boy. everyone suggests twins. Christina, a co-worker, suggests punching my stomach.
right now I hate who I am, who disdains at the idea of sex and has a hard time working with customers who think that it's okay to treat me rudely. I am married and pregnant. I'm not 'miss', I'm not your personal shopper, I am not going to break copyright laws for you. I am also not getting along with my co-workers, whose vaginas suddenly have teeth because I have a man who bought me a house and married me. who think it's okay that I don't get to eat until they've had three breaks. to which I explained by telling my store manager that pregnant women don't need lunch breaks, because we absorb nutrients through the air.
I miss you all. come see me before I get really fat.
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